Life is a swirling dance of sorrow

and joy,

suffering and grace.

And in the middle of the waltz,

brief moments where the music stops.

And for those few minutes,

rest.

I know He’s twirling this achingly

beautiful symphony into something

breathtaking.

Somehow. Someday.

Yet, I’m grateful for brief moments

to catch my breath.

To remember that He’s leading this dance.

To adjust my hand in His

before the whirlwind starts

again.